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“As long as justice is postponed we always stand on the verge of these darker nights of social disruption”...so said Martin Luther King Jr. in a speech on March 14, 1968, just three weeks before he was assassinated.

BOB DYLAN LIVE 1966 "LIKE A ROLLING STONE" 17 MAY 1966 Once upon a time you dressed so fineThrew the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?People call say 'beware doll, you're bound to fall'You thought they were all kidding youYou used to laugh aboutEverybody that was hanging outNow you don't talk so loudNow you don't seem so proudAbout having to be scrounging your next meal

How does it feel, how does it feel?To be without a homeLike a complete unknown, like a rolling stone

Ahh you've gone to the finest schools, alright Miss LonelyBut you know you only used to get juiced in itNobody's ever taught you how to live out on the streetAnd now you're gonna have to get used to itYou say you never compromiseWith the mystery tramp, but now you realizeHe's not selling any alibisAs you stare into the vacuum of his eyesAnd say do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel, how does it feel?To be on your own, with no direction homeA complete unknown, like a rolling stone

Ah you never turned around to see the frownsOn the jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for youYou never understood that it ain't no goodYou shouldn't let other people get your kicks for youYou used to ride on a chrome horse with your diplomatWho carried on his shoulder a Siamese catAin't it hard when you discovered thatHe really wasn't where it's atAfter he took from you everything he could steal

How does it feel, how does it feel?To have you on your own, with no direction homeLike a complete unknown, like a rolling stone

Ahh princess on a steeple and all the pretty peopleThey're all drinking, thinking that they've got it madeExchanging all precious giftsBut you better take your diamond ring, you better pawn it babeYou used to be so amusedAt Napoleon in rags and the language that he usedGo to him now, he calls you, you can't refuseWhen you ain't got nothing, you got nothing to loseYou're invisible now, you've got no secrets to conceal

How does it feel, ah how does it feel?To be on your own, with no direction homeLike a complete unknown, like a rolling stone

"Visions of Johanna"is a song written and performed by Bob Dylan on his 1966 album Blonde on Blonde. Dylan first recorded the song in New York City in November 1965, under the working title of "Freeze Out", but was dissatisfied with the results. When the Blonde on Blonde recording sessions moved to Nashville in February 1966, Dylan attempted the composition again with different musicians, and decided to release this performance. All the alternate versions of the song have been officially released, but some only on a limited edition collectors set: many of them are November 1965 or later 1966 studioouttakes, and two others live performances from his 1966 world tour.Several critics have acclaimed "Visions of Johanna" as one of Dylan's highest achievements in writing, praising the allusiveness and subtlety of the language. Rolling Stone included "Visions of Johanna" on their list of the 500 Greatest Songs of All Time. In 1999, Sir Andrew Motion, poet laureate of the UK, listed it as his candidate for the greatest song lyric ever written. Numerous artists have recorded cover versions of the song, including the Grateful Dead, Marianne Faithfull and Robyn Hitchcock. continues @ https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Visions_of_Johanna

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------From the most bootlegged concert of all time - The Royal Albert Hall Concert, with Bob Dylan and members of "The Band", actually recorded on May 17th, 1966 at Free Trade Hall in Manchester, England, a legendary concert and a landmark in Dylan's career as a document of his making the bold move from acoustic folk music to electric rock. The move was controversial, the audience response was mixed, but above all, the performances were riveting. Famous for the often angry response of the crowd, this recording captures all of the stomping, booing and even the now famous cry of "Judas" from the audience (and Dylan's equally famous retort) in "Ballad of a Thin Man", below...

2 BOB DYLAN LIVE 1966 "BALLAD OF A THIN MAN" MAY 17 1066

You walk into the room With your pencil in your hand You see somebody naked And you say, "Who is that man ?" You try so hard But you don't understand Just what you'll say When you get home.

Because something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones ?

You raise up your head And you ask, "Is this where it is ?" And somebody points to you and says "It's his" And you says, "What's mine ?" And somebody else says, "Where what is ?" And you say, "Oh my God Am I here all alone ?"

But something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones ?

You hand in your ticket And you go watch the geek Who immediately walks up to you When he hears you speak And says, "How does it feel To be such a freak ?" And you say, "Impossible" As he hands you a bone.

And something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones ?

You have many contacts Among the lumberjacks To get you facts When someone attacks your imagination But nobody has any respect Anyway they already expect you To all give a check To tax-deductible charity organizations. You've been with the professors And they've all liked your looks With great lawyers you have Discussed lepers and crooks You've been through all of F. Scott Fitzgerald's books You're very well read It's well known.

But something is happening here And you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones ?

Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you And then he kneels He crosses himself And then he clicks his high heels And without further notice He asks you how it feels And he says, "Here is your throat back Thanks for the loan".

And you know something is happening But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones ?

Now you see this one-eyed midget Shouting the word "NOW" And you say, "For what reason ?" And he says, "How ?" And you say, "What does this mean ?" And he screams back, "You're a cow Give me some milk Or else go home".

Because something is happening But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones ?

Well, you walk into the room Like a camel and then you frown You put your eyes in your pocket And your nose on the ground There ought to be a law Against you comin' around You should be made To wear earphones.

Does something is happening And you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones

VISIONS OF JOHANNA LIVE 17 MAY 1966"Visions Of Johanna"

Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet ? We sit here stranded, though we're all doing our best to deny it And Louise holds a handful of rain, tempting you to defy it Lights flicker from the opposite loft In this room the heat pipes just cough The country music station plays soft But there's nothing really nothing to turn off Just Louise and her lover so entwined And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind.

In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the D-train We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight Ask himself if it's him or them that's really insane Louise she's all right she's just near She's delicate and seems like the mirror But she just makes it all too concise and too clear That Johanna's not here The ghost of electricity howls in the bones of her face Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place.

Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously And when bringing her name up He speaks of a farewell kiss to me He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall Oh, how can I explain ? It's so hard to get on And these visions of Johanna they kept me up past the dawn.

Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues You can tell by the way she smiles See the primitive wallflower frieze When the jelly-faced women all sneeze Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze I can't find my knees." Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel.

The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him Saying, "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him." But like Louise always says "Ya can't look at much, can ya man."

As she, herself prepares for him And Madonna, she still has not showed We see this empty cage now corrode Where her cape of the stage once had flowed The fiddler, he now steps to the road He writes everything's been returned which was owed On the back of the fish truck that loads While my conscience explodes The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain.

BOB DYLAN "ITS ALL OVER NOW BABY BLUE""SHE BELONGS TO ME" LIVE UK 1966Track Listing of official Vol. 4 dcd: